LYRIC - Mariners tale


Waves break on the shore,
Furry builds for the ancient one.
I struggle against the tide with my oar,
But the mariner has his fun.
My time is near,
The waves bring me up,
There is no fear,
The sea shares its luck.
Upon the shore broken and alone,
I sit and ponder.
The sea is my home.
But I have to wonder,
In storms is he my shelter or enemy?
Once again I battle the tides,
Leaning on his grace.
I know there is no place to hide,
Staring into the ancient ones face.
I struggle in the night,
Looking to the sky.
Then I see the light,
It makes me wonder why.
Upon the shore broken and alone,
I sit and ponder.
The sea is my home.
But I have to wonder,
In storms is he my shelter or enemy?